Born to be a coach [soccer]

Chapter 157

It was the owner of the "Black Cat Bar" who called Anton, and he specially added the words "urgent" when calling Anton.The reason is that the other side of the fight has notified the local media, and the reporters are on their way.

The media loves lace, even the small players of the local club will not be lenient.

Prior to this, Pickford sat in the audience for two consecutive games and did not even make the squad. This has long attracted the attention of various tabloids-there are rumors that the team played at St. James' Park last time. There have been conflicts with local fans.The only player who did not travel back to Sunderland with the team on the bus was Pickford.

Because of this, the media have speculated why Pickford lost the favor of the head coach, so he was removed from the squad.

If at this juncture, Pickford breaks out to fight with fans of the club again, the reputation of the young player will be completely "pill".The owner of the Black Cat Bar knew that it was not easy for the team's own youth training to cultivate a reliable goalkeeper, so he notified Anton urgently.

Anton was driving, carrying Russell—the assistant coach's face was livid at the moment: he had said so many good things for Pickford before, and now he was slapped loudly in the face.Can you keep him from getting angry?

Fortunately, it is only a 10-minute drive from Black Cat Bar to Guangming College.When Anton and the others arrived, the media hadn't flocked to them yet.Anton took Russell and rushed into the bar, and he saw that the bar was in a mess, with tables and chairs lying on the ground, broken glass and wine bottles on the ground, and the wine juice was flowing, making it almost impossible to settle down.

Anton stepped straight in, and the soles of his leather shoes stepped on the broken glass, making a rattling sound.

"Russell, please block the door." Anton said.

"Okay!" Russell knew Anton's purpose, "The tabloid reporters can only take pictures of Mr. Russell's handsome face and fit body."

"Jordan!" Anton looked around, his voice trembling slightly, not sure if it was because of worry or pure anger.

"Boss—" Pickford replied in a muffled voice.At this time, he was blocked by the bar owner on the bay window at one end of the bar.Beside him was a huddled boy with short, thin and yellow hair, looking thin and small.

Anton stared at Pickford, as if asking: "Little brother, what's the matter with you?"

Pickford bowed his head directly, not daring to look at Anton.

At the other end of the bar, two young bartenders were patiently persuading several middle-aged men.One of them was wearing a Sunderland jersey, holding an ice pack in his hand, covering his head, but raised one foot and stepped on a chair in the bar, his face full of anger.But it seemed that his head was not red or swollen, and the oily skin was not even broken.

"What kind of player, what kind of quality, what kind of thing is this!" The fan who was beaten said angrily, "I have supported the club for so many years in vain, and you are rewarding loyal fans like this?"

"Don't worry, we called the media to expose him - make him crazy, make him ruthless, things that can't even play, listen to me, you have been abandoned by the team long ago - abandoned, you know Don't understand?!" His friends said one after another.

The teenager next to Pickford trembled when he heard this, and shrank even tighter.Pickford held out his hand over the barkeeper's arm, as if trying to comfort the little man.

Anton's gray-blue eyes seemed to shrink slightly behind the lenses.

It seems that Pickford fought immediately because he couldn't stand the public humiliation of Sunderland fans.

If this is the case, it is really disappointing to him.

"Listen," Anton began.

His voice was not loud, but everyone in the bar could hear him clearly.

"Dennis," Anton said, turning to the owner of the Black Cat Bar, "I'm buying everyone here a beer...the best. Let your men bring out the good ones, if there's any left. Please. Everyone."

His voice was very calm, without any disappointment or anger.

Pickford's face turned pale when he heard this—this young man has been with Anton for several months, and already knows roughly what kind of situation Anton will have this reaction.

"And all the losses of your bar... the redecoration costs, please send me the bill later!" Anton casually left a tip of 20 pounds on the window sill on one side of the bay window, which was regarded as compensation for the bartender and waiter in the bar. of.

"It's a good relationship, Anton!" The bar owner finally let go of a concern.

The fans who were blocked at the other end became excited: "Hey, this is Anton-the head coach invited us to drink! This is the first time in this life."

"Yes, everyone, I hope this can make up for your unpleasant experience today." Anton was calm and calm, and others couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

A group of people laughed immediately, and someone shouted to Pickford: "Did you see it? Learn! You have to have a little bit of courage from your head coach, and you won't be unable to play."

Anton glanced at Pickford: To his surprise, although Pickford blushed when he heard this, he didn't say anything or do anything, but lowered his head with his fists clenched— —This is... hold back?

If you can hold back now, why did you fight with the people just now?

"Dennis," Anton turned to the bar owner again, "I want to know what's going on."

The owner of the bar looked at this side, then at that side, and said, "There was a bit of a verbal conflict between the two sides. I didn't pay attention, and a fight broke out..."

Anton sighed, thinking to himself: Sure enough.

Unexpectedly, the bar owner added another sentence: "The main reason is that the fans here made a few comments on Jordan's girlfriend."

girlfriend?

Anton was a little surprised: Pickford already has a girlfriend at his age?

Only then did he notice that the "boy" next to Pickford was looking up at Pickford with tears in his eyes.

This "boy" was too thin and too small, and his body was as flat as a "reed stick", which caused Anton to miss him sometimes.But when she raised her head, Anton could still tell that it was not a boy, but a little girl.Anyone who can enter this bar to buy alcohol should be over 18 years old, but this little girl looks only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The other side of the bar laughed coquettishly, and could vaguely hear a few comments about the little girl's figure, which were not good.

Unexpectedly, Pickford said loudly at this time: "Vanessa is not my girlfriend!"

Anton breathed a sigh of relief: not all female friends are girlfriends.

"She is my childhood sweetheart's girlfriend!"

The people in the bar were all overwhelmed: ... Is there any difference between the two?

"We are here today to celebrate the fifteenth anniversary of our acquaintance." Pickford spoke seriously and loudly, as if announcing this to the world.

Onlookers: ...You guys met in kindergarten!

Vanessa, who had been huddled beside Pickford, raised her head timidly. When she saw Anton staring at her, she immediately retracted her eyes, as if she had been greatly frightened.Anton could almost immediately conclude that this was a child who was extremely unconfident and unwilling to socialize at all—Pickford must have put in a lot of work beforehand to be able to draw her to the "Black Cat" bar.

But I didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

"Dennis, I don't seem to have been to the backyard of a bar." Anton said suddenly.

The Black Cat Bar has been in business for many years. The owner is a ghost. He knows the elegance when he hears the stringed songs. He nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, you can go to the backyard to have a look! After you go, look to the right, and I have opened a new barbecue there. District, when will you come over..."

Anton nodded, knowing that the back door should be on the right, and immediately said, "Jordan, Vanessa, come and take a look with me!"

Pickford finally breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head and said something to Vanessa.The girl shrank and stood up, and followed Pickford to Anton.When they passed near the group of fans, Vanessa was almost completely attached to Pickford's side, and he separated everyone's sight, shaking slightly.

Pickford guarded the little girl in a very good-natured manner, with deft and natural gestures, and it was obvious that he did this kind of thing not once or twice.

Anton led the two of them to the backyard of the bar.

But at this moment, some fans finally reacted: "There is an exit in the backyard! Dude, do you want to slip?"

"Hehe, the media should have come, but they blocked the outside."

Russell was leaning against the door of the Black Cat Bar at this time, with his arm propped on the door frame.He thought in his heart that it was a posture of "one man should be the gatekeeper, ten thousand men should not open it", but the actual effect was a bit like "leaning on the door to sell laughter".There was indeed a shutter sound, but not often enough. After all, only Russell alone is not a "big news".

The fans in the bar realized it and shouted together: "Hey, don't go!"

"Don't think that a glass of beer can fool us. This little goalkeeper has a relationship with us. Even if Anton comes, he must have an explanation to take him away."

Anton didn't speak, just stopped and stared at Pickford, just to see how he reacted.

Pickford lowered his head and said to Anton: "Boss, can you do me a favor? In case I have to stay here, can you send Vanessa home?"

Anton didn't speak.

Vanessa shrank back to Pickford again.

Pickford turned around at this moment, faced those fans, and said: "Guys, I did offend you temporarily today. I'm sorry everyone. I sincerely apologize."

He bowed, and then faced the fan clutching the ice bag: "Although you are particularly ungrateful, this is something I didn't expect... But I still sincerely apologize to you. How do you want me to compensate you?"

Pickford made an apology, and the group of fans burst into laughter. Only the one who was beaten with an ice bag was so angry that he pointed at Pickford: "This glib boy! I will follow you today." It’s time to spend. What you said just now, do you dare to stand outside the door and tell the reporters again?”

The fans were split internally, and some thought it was okay to accept it. Anyway, Anton invited them to drink beer, which was a great honor.

Only the person who was beaten disagreed with life and death. He called the media earlier, and now he is still clamoring to "expose" Pickford's bad deeds and the reason why he was "expelled" from the team.

Not all Sunderland fans have heard the phrase "forgiving and forgiving".

Pickford gritted his teeth, but by Anton's side, he held back.

Anton had been silent earlier, but at this moment he suddenly turned his head, bent slightly, smiled and winked at the little girl, as if to say: Don't be afraid, just watch.

Vanessa saw it, didn't know what it meant, and continued to hide behind Pickford.

Anton straightened up, looked up and down the furnishings of the Black Cat Bar, stretched out his hand, flicked it lightly on the bar table, and said to the bar owner: "Dennis, I think the furniture in your bar is a little too old, how about Take this opportunity to redecorate!"

Dennis was very polite, and immediately said: "Thank you, thank you. With you...it will take me a few minutes to tear down this bar..."

The fans immediately remembered that this Anton in front of him was very good, he seemed to have a Chinese kung fu blue belt, yellow belt or black belt?If they continue to make things difficult for Pickford, wouldn't Anton want to beat them up?

Unexpectedly, the owner of the bar continued to help describe: "...Even if a tabloid reporter came to ask, I would tell the truth that you helped me dismantle this old bar, and your disciple..."

The expressions on the faces of these fans are really difficult to describe.

Do the people who eat melons trust them or the bar owner?

Looking at Anton's calm face, they couldn't help but imagine Anton's fists——

Greet them like a storm...

Gosh……

Vanessa, who was shrinking beside Pickford, suddenly raised the corner of her mouth at this moment, as if she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Anton put his arms around each other, raised his head arrogantly, and his eyes slowly slid across the faces of these people one by one.His eyes were intimidating, and the fans were immediately under pressure, and none of them dared to look Anton in the eye.

At this moment, the fans all remembered that even if Pickford did not make the squad for two consecutive games, Sunderland never had any official news that they would give up Pickford.

The kid they want to embarrass is Anton's man——

"Anton...Mr. Coach, why don't you go to the barbecue area in the backyard first—"

The beaten fan pressed the ice pack on his head and spoke tremblingly.

The face-changing is so fast that people are caught off guard.

Anton raised his eyebrows, and his eyes slipped to the two younger ones beside him.

"You have to control the club players, we understand this, we all understand!" The fans were very considerate and raised their hands to send them off, "The barbecue area in the backyard must be very good, the furnishings in this bar are actually not bad, and there is no need to dismantle it yet... "

At this time, Anton made a "please" gesture very gentlemanly, and let the little girl Vanessa go first.

Vanessa flinched, but seeing the encouraging look in Anton's eyes, she finally took a step, walked to the other side of the bar, and pushed open the door leading to the backyard.

Pickford followed her closely.

A group of people left the Black Cat Bar.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Pickford immediately said, "Boss!"

Anton reached out and stopped him: "No need to say anything, let's pick up Russell first. Then we will send you home."

Pickford was so grateful, yet so apprehensive, that he could only stop him abruptly at this moment.

Earlier, he had gone all out, with a youthful spirit, no matter what the future was, he had to protect Xiao Qingmei, at least not to let Vanessa be humiliated in public.

But seeing Anton now, his intestines are full of regret: what is "committing crimes against the wind", that's what it is called!

Not sure how Anton would fix him.

Russell's career of "selling laughter by leaning on the door" lasted about 10 minutes before he heard the sound of the horn.Russell waved to the media: "Goodbye everyone, don't forget to pay my portrait fee!"

Russell heard all of Anton's movements in the Black Cat Bar just now.The dean of students laughed in his heart, thinking: Anton is worthy of it!

Those fans really don't know Anton, and don't know how protective this man is.Even if Anton's people are too wrong, they are still Anton's people.He will definitely protect it from outsiders first, and then slowly repair it.

Thinking of this, Russell smiled slyly, and turned his eyes to the person in the driver's seat.

Anton coughed and said, "Russell, meet Miss Vanessa!"

Only then did Russell notice that there was a little girl sitting next to Pickford. If Anton hadn't told her in advance, Russell might have thought she was a malnourished boy.

Russell turned his back and stretched out his hand: "Miss Vanessa, hello, my name is Russell!"

Vanessa sat in the back seat, stunned for a long time, not knowing how to respond.Pickford reminded her in a low voice beside her. After a long time, Vanessa finally stretched out her hand, shook Russell's, and replied in an inaudible voice: "Hello..."

This is the first time the little girl has made a sound.

Russell persisted for a long time, and then slowly turned his back, and dared to grin his teeth after turning around: Ouch, my old waist!

Anton asked Vanessa's home address, and drove Vanessa home first.It was just him, Russell and Pickford in the car.

"Jordan, what else do you want to say?" Anton said calmly while driving.

Russell supported his old waist, and slowly turned around again, facing Pickford, making sure that Anton could not see his expression, Russell immediately began to grimace and wink.

While guessing, Pickford faltered and said: "Mr. Coach... I, I am sorry that I did such a thing again, making you feel that I am not mature enough... I actually don't want to, um, I terribly sorry……"

The car stopped with a brake.

Anton reported: "Mr. Black, your home is here."

Russell: ...

Boy, ask yourself to be blessed! — Russell silently lit the wax for Pickford, and then left.

Anton raised his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror, and said to Pickford, "Say it!"

Pickford had been thinking about what he had said, but he forgot all about it when Russell interrupted him.At this time, my face was flushed, and I suddenly said: "Boss, I know you always hoped that I could be more stable and mature, but Vanessa... Vanessa suffered from social barriers at the age of 16, I am afraid that she will leave now. If I can't come out, I won't be able to come out again, that's why I fight with people... You're right, I'm too immature, I can't hold back my anger... But at that time, I just wanted to help a bunch of people Nissa..."

He looked pitifully at the driver's seat, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced at any time.

Anton still looked at the rearview mirror calmly: "Little brother, what are you thinking? I'm waiting for you to tell me your home address!"

The author has something to say: In British bars, you can go in and drink non-alcoholic drinks when you are 14 years old, and you can only buy alcohol when you are 18 years old. You need to show your ID card.The two young people in the setting are both over 18 years old.